Been vulturing a lot of culture lately without much time to blog about it here.  Saw the movie Knowing with Nicholas Cage over the weekend.  For the first hour and twenty minutes, I was thinking, “Hey, this is good!  This is way underrated!”  Then, almost as the words escaped my brain, the thing tumbled into bat-crazy nonsense and became overblown garbage.  One of the curses of writing stories for a living is that you find yourself coming up with alternatives for things that don’t work.  I had a better ending all-but-written by the time the real ending came around.  That’s no brag.  A dozen monkeys with typewriters working at random for about a week could’ve come up with a better ending.  My recommendation:  Watch the first hour and twenty minutes, then make up the rest.  Or hire a dozen monkeys and save yourself the trouble.